Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Return of poetry


It’s there right in front of me
well lit, in optically-corrected stereo vision
I move it around
and move around it
hold it, heft it, weigh and measure it
yet with eyes wide open
staring straight at it with laser intensity
do I, as the teacher asked, really see
the thing, the what, the why?
What does it say?
What is the message, the lesson?
Am I listening to its story or
am I too eager to compose my own?

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